Walk encircling Haarlem Artspace and Hob Wood.
A strange day. I'd thought I'd be uplifted by daily walking, I like the idea of walking as ritual, that a protective 'spirit' might linger within the circle walked. But nope, today I felt out of sorts, cold, irritable and sad about splintered hedgerows, tumble down stone walls, animals as units of protein and TOO MUCH GRASS. Towards the end of the walk I watched as a calf was rounded up and separated from its mother, to the distress of both animals and felt overwhelmed with grief.
There is so much caught up in all this, I can't even begin to untangle but I'm glad I'm not walking tomorrow.
Trusty stick
Flailed hedge with old pleacher - evidence of past hedgelaying
Hawthorn
